One hundred sleepless nights [2/?]
um idk this is too short but i just wanted to post this???? /shoots self;
That night was the first in many years where Hakyeon couldn’t sleep. With no control over his hands or mind, he wrote more that he had done in the last week, his favorite pen left with a bare amount of ink. He wasn’t sure how to feel over his writing marathon, or the encounter with the long-haired guy - the encounter that had ended when stranger had raised an eyebrow after taking a long drag of his cigarette, something that Hakyeon took as a cue to leave. What was he even expecting?; both events confused him. Stretching his arms and yawning, his feet dragged him to the kitchen and he made himself some coffee. No one else what at his home, and Hakyeon scoffed at that. What is a home with parents that avoid your existence, even on weekends?
Tapping the floor with his left foot, he drank the black and pretty much disgusting liquid. Who would want to be at home with a “fag”, as his father had called him many times? He accepted what he was and was not ashamed of it, but his parents...they were another story. Hakyeon sighed; he was annoyed then, and he threw his cup to the sink before going to his room and hunting for a new black pen and his notebook, humming a random song he had heard on the radio the day before. Holding those objects close to his chest, he walked out of his room, out of his house and out of the bad memories, almost forgetting to lock them up.
Trying to avoid the thoughts that had come to surface, Hakyeon walked to the park, counting the steps to get there. He, in some way, hoped to find the long haired man there. Even if they hadn’t talked that much - and he had pretty much ran away - there was something about the other male that sparked things in him. With a sigh, he reached the big tree where they had met, and plopped down on the ground, stretching his legs. He wasn’t there.
That night was the first in many years where Hakyeon couldn’t sleep. With no control over his hands or mind, he wrote more that he had done in the last week, his favorite pen left with a bare amount of ink. He wasn’t sure how to feel over his writing marathon, or the encounter with the long-haired guy - the encounter that had ended when stranger had raised an eyebrow after taking a long drag of his cigarette, something that Hakyeon took as a cue to leave. What was he even expecting?; both events confused him. Stretching his arms and yawning, his feet dragged him to the kitchen and he made himself some coffee. No one else what at his home, and Hakyeon scoffed at that. What is a home with parents that avoid your existence, even on weekends?
Tapping the floor with his left foot, he drank the black and pretty much disgusting liquid. Who would want to be at home with a “fag”, as his father had called him many times? He accepted what he was and was not ashamed of it, but his parents...they were another story. Hakyeon sighed; he was annoyed then, and he threw his cup to the sink before going to his room and hunting for a new black pen and his notebook, humming a random song he had heard on the radio the day before. Holding those objects close to his chest, he walked out of his room, out of his house and out of the bad memories, almost forgetting to lock them up.
Trying to avoid the thoughts that had come to surface, Hakyeon walked to the park, counting the steps to get there. He, in some way, hoped to find the long haired man there. Even if they hadn’t talked that much - and he had pretty much ran away - there was something about the other male that sparked things in him. With a sigh, he reached the big tree where they had met, and plopped down on the ground, stretching his legs. He wasn’t there.